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King
Life was supposed to be a big walk in the park.
You know roses and a bunch of all that other sentimental shit that I didn't have the time to get into right now.
For me, life was far from what it was supposed to be. Scientific studies showed that ninety percent of people that had the same IQ as me were doctors, lawyers and college professors.
The world was moving do fast, and by the time one turned twenty-two they were supposed to have half of their life figured out because they had the knowledge that few contracted.
Well I'm here to tell you that I ain't a lawyer, I'm not a doctor, and I damn sure wasn't a bitch ass college professor.
Even though I wasn't what science destined me to be, I still majored in something that didn't require a degree.
It may not be the right path, but whatever I'm given at the time I flip that shit until it works for me and mine, and that's why I have so much power.
"Yo, this muhfucka' must be avoiding us Trell." I told my right hand man who was also my childhood best friend.
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"Facts, because we practically gave him all day and he's still nowhere to be found." Trell co-signed, grabbing his gun, tucking it inside his waistband.
"King, you have guests." One of my escorts walked in biting her lip at the sight of the both of us.
"Bring him in." I was becoming more agitated as time moved along because motherfuckers were playing with my money, and that's one thing I'll dead a nigga about with no questions asked.
The door opened and the small woman led Markeith in, who carried a small duffle bag, and a woman over the top of his right shoulder.
"I don't have all twenty-five thousand, but I do have twelve-thousand, and my beautiful daughter. He placed the woman on the cold floor next to the bag.
"Nigga, what the fuck you mean beautiful daughter?" I asked him picking up my draco, placing it to his temple.
"Look man, she's all I have!" He screamed.
"I don't have your money, but I'm willing to give you my daughter to work off my debts until you have the rest."
"That's the only offer I have for you King." Markeith said, which caused me to chuckle.
"The only offer?" I asked
"This not an auction my nigga, you can't just come in here wagering shit like you make this muhfucka' move round!" My eyes pierced his.
"Where the fuck my money at Markeith?" Trell asked, aiming his Desert Eagle at the helpless man's head.
"I don't have it Trell, just please hear me out!" He dropped to his knees, practically begging.
"I'm positive that she'd sell quite a bit man, night or a day. However the process goes, just please don't kill me man"
The woman began to stir in her sleep, but she never woke. He must've given her a heavy dosage of sleeping pills, or some type of sedative drug because it's no way in hell she was sleeping throughout all of this.
"Aight deal, and if you think for one fuckin' second that ya ass is off the hook you got life fucked up." I rolled my eyes.
"Now I want double because you didn't have the money on time. You a sorry excuse for a street nigga and ya daughters pussy gonna get wore tf out prolly to the point she can't have any kids."
"So she'll pay for your escort money, but you'll have to pay for the drugs you seem to have sold but don't got shit to show for." I spat at him before pistol whipping him watching his blood leak
"Get the fuck outta hea'!" Trell kicked him in the head!watching him run out.
"Aye somebody come take her upstairs to a new room." Trell yelled.
"My guy, chill with all the yelling." I covered my ears taking the duffle bag over to my desk.
"I knew that bitch was lying, I don't even wanna give him a chance anymore. I'm bout to kill his ass and keep his daughter working forever."
